Goosewalking
Goosewalking.
No, not a goose walking on your grave, just the resident Canada geese who normally hang out on the other side of this intersection by the creek crossing in their own good time at the West Busway and Campbell’s Run Road. They kind of didn’t use the crosswalk. All traffic stops for them while they ponder the meaning of their existence and mumble quietly among themselves.
I was on my bike returning from an early-morning run to the grocery store. They don’t care for bikes rolling among them so I walked my bike toward them, taking photos—and it’s not as if they don’t know me, they see me nearly every day—but I walked my bike around the outside of the group to kind of herd them off the main road. They were fine with that.
